Yeah.

Watching's hard. But not as hard as for Luna, going through it-


At Eton. When Harry was-

They'd bound him so he couldn't move at all, but the curse was doing horrible things to him. I don't even know how he kept that from You Know Who, but he did. I guess it was- He just thought it was fear. And it was that, too. Harry was dead afraid. I could taste it, y'know? But he was also coming apart in bits on the inside, and it was worse than anything I've ever smelled. Or not smelled, exactly, but-

Doesn't matter. The thing was his face. Harry's, I mean. Once I'd got out of his robes and onto Neville, I could see him.

When He started pulling Harry's soul out, it hurt. Worse than the curse, and he was scared. So scared, Sally Anne. I've never seen anything like that. And then, just in an instant it stopped and he was gone. His eyes went empty and his mouth was- I dunno. Limp.

And then He went into Harry and I could see... it was like everything stretched and broke and came back together. And he still looked like Harry but also didn't. Really, really didn't. The jaw was wrong. And his nose. And the shape of his eyes? I mean, the way he held them open? It was the worst thing I've ever seen.

That's what I dream now. You know?


It makes me go cold just thinking about it. And I can still smell it all. How wrong it smelled.